Questions you better not ask during the Christmas dinner

The questionnaire was already quite extensive, but with the corona crisis in our pockets and a formation that conjures up almost exactly the same cabinet as before, the Christmas dinner is a real minefield. We present the questions that you might want to think about one more time before they are asked.

Are you pregnant? Do you want children? When is the second one coming?
To just tick them all off at once. Questions about reproduction are off-limits. Great fun that sentiment by the Christmas tree, but one nephew who pulls the balls off the tree is more than enough for now. By the way, it helps if you say: I'm not pregnant, this is the result of that enormous pavlova you just made me eat.

What do you actually think of the measures?
Really, no one wants to know what someone thinks about lockdowns, essential shops, curfews, or social distancing. A possible tactic: ‘Measures? What measures?’ and then munching on your haricot verts with a straight face. Sounds like fun to me.

Are you already saving for your pension?
The question that an average millennial has no answer to, except that we won't be retiring due to aging. And we indeed want our work to be fun, yes. Is that allowed? The harder the millennial in question protests, the less likely it is that a euro is already set aside for later.

Hey, have you actually been vaccinated?
The fact that you are not aware of your uncle/aunt/brother-in-law's vaccination status is already a huge red flag. This is an extremely delicate issue to bring up during the Christmas meal. You could also just stick to the secret recipe for the stewed pears.

You thought bitcoin was nonsense, right?
Really tough luck for everyone who decided that bitcoin would never make it in this world. Especially for that one uncle who warned your now filthy rich nephew about the dangers. But maybe it would be fun to give each other an NFT under the tree.

Is Mark Rutte the worst prime minister in our history? It didn't take long, but it was briefly possible to honestly admit which political party you voted for. Something that Mark, Hugo, and their associates skillfully sabotaged. Now, too much scheming sticks to Kaag. Or a conspiracy theory, if you're into that nonsense. If someone dozes off during dessert, it’s a nice opportunity to shake things up a bit. Cheese with port, anyone?

Were you actually vegan?
To the sister-in-law who is joining for the first time, while you see the chef of the meat-rich dinner choke on a piece of Flappie.

But feel free to ask them, of course, because nothing is as present as that pink elephant in the room. Except for questions about reproduction, that remains off-limits.